Page 125 of When We Ignite

“There isn’t,” I agreed, pressing down on his fingers, urging him to move. He resumed the motion, earning another moan from me. “Let’s do it before you leave again,” I pleaded.

He kissed me hard, swallowing my words. “I’m going to make it so good for you, darling. Trust me on that. But we need more time. Henry’s getting here in less than an hour.”

I let out a frustrated groan, my head falling back as his fingers pressed deeper, his pace quickening. “Let’s blow him off too. Stay here with me. Lock the door. Fuck me until you have to leave.”

“You’re killing me.”

“So are you,” I shot back. “Say yes.”

“Please stop asking.” He dropped his head against my shoulder. “I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

“That’s the idea. Please, Ash. I want you.”

Sebastian growled softly, shaking his head. His hand moved faster, and I reached down, stopping him. “No, don’t do that. I don’t want to finish without you.”

His gaze darted to mine, desperate and searching. After a moment, he nodded. “Okay. I have an idea. Bend over the desk.” Time stilled as we stared at each other for a long second. “It’s not sex. I’m not going to do it. But I’ll come with you. Is that okay?”

My breath caught in my throat as I turned to face the desk. The rustle of fabric followed, and I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me down.

I placed my palms on the desk, resisting his push at first.

Sebastian leaned over me, his body a firm presence against my back, his lips brushing close to my ear. “Don’t fight me on this. I’m trying to give you what you want. Do you want me to come with you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, barely audible.

“Then don’t fight me, darling,” he urged. “I need you to bend over. You look like a fucking dream like this, fulfilling about a million of my fantasies, but I can’t do it if you don’t help me.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and after a brief war with my pride, I dropped forward, letting him guide me.

Sebastian groaned softly, his hands smoothing over my sides in encouragement. “That’s it, pet. Legs together,” he said, positioning himself behind me, his thighs bracketing mine. He grabbed the lube, the faint sound of the cap snapping open pulling my attention.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, feeling heat creep up my neck.

“Give you a little preview,” he replied simply, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades, pinning me down as he adjusted. He bent his knees, slicking himself before aligning his hips with mine. Slowly, experimentally, he began to rock, sliding his cock between my legs.

The position made my face flush, the intimacy overwhelming.

“Seeing you like this might be enough to get me off,” he murmured, his voice tinged with awe.

I reached back to grab his thigh, trying to spur him on, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he slid a hand up to my neck, curving his fingers to keep me in place.

“Give me a minute to drink you up like this, darling,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. “Then I’ll give you what you need.”

I nodded, my breathing uneven.

“Palms flat on the desk,” he commanded, his tone firm but not harsh.

I obeyed, feeling the weight of his control. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back as he set a slow, measured rhythm. “All of you, pet. Get your chest on the desk too,” he added, his voice as smooth as steel.

My pride flared briefly, the urge to rebel against his dominance flickering to life, but I shoved it down and dropped my chest against the desk.

Sebastian’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to hold me down. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to stay still despite the building tension.

He kissed my cheek softly, the tenderness contrasting with the unyielding hardness of his body. “I’ve never wanted anybody more than you, Ethan,” he said, his voice losing its steadiness.

I exhaled, my next words slicing through the moment. “Then stop telling me about it and just fucking take me already.”

His hips stilled. The weight of his breath fell hot and uneven against my neck, and then, a rough, breathless laugh broke free from him. “Tell me,” he said, his voice daring. “How exactly do you want me to take you?”